Submissions by LunaGreyhawk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Maiden, Mother, and Crone dipped in a fine batter of mental chaos, deep-fried golden in reserved backwoods-southern bacon grease.
SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2020 4:27pm
12th Mar 2020 4:27pm
Bright Fervor For Battle, Fading
standing so tall just to fall
can’t say she didn’t give it her all
can’t say she did though,
either;
the irony
lungs that just ran out of air
life was never going to be fair
bright fervor for battle,
fading;
the exhaustion
praying to gods for relief
ignored for her concealed disbelief
left raw without armor,
wounded;
the forsaking
trying too hard to connect
finding space where we each intersect
the twine that tethers her,
almost;
the desiring
love’s become so...
can’t say she didn’t give it her all
can’t say she did though,
either;
the irony
lungs that just ran out of air
life was never going to be fair
bright fervor for battle,
fading;
the exhaustion
praying to gods for relief
ignored for her concealed disbelief
left raw without armor,
wounded;
the forsaking
trying too hard to connect
finding space where we each intersect
the twine that tethers her,
almost;
the desiring
love’s become so...
#depression
#illness
#MentalHealth
279 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Mar 2020 8:04am
9th Mar 2020 8:04am
In Dimidio
I was once a young woman
raised for the inherited purpose
of finding a young man;
born and bred
from faithful stock,
I swallowed myself whole
without chewing
to become
my mother’s daughter;
but my sensory hedonism
and wild moon howling
regularly escaped
shoddily constructed confinement;
shame and regret followed me
like a loyal pup,
committed to shadowing
my every move
youth shoved me harshly,
with eyes rolled
at my sudden irrelevance,
slamming the door ...
raised for the inherited purpose
of finding a young man;
born and bred
from faithful stock,
I swallowed myself whole
without chewing
to become
my mother’s daughter;
but my sensory hedonism
and wild moon howling
regularly escaped
shoddily constructed confinement;
shame and regret followed me
like a loyal pup,
committed to shadowing
my every move
youth shoved me harshly,
with eyes rolled
at my sudden irrelevance,
slamming the door ...
#LifeCycle
#aging
282 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2020 6:08am
7th Mar 2020 6:08am
Dishes Lying Witness in the Sink
the day you ruined me
sitting at our kitchen table
telling you about the boy
who hurt me at school,
pinching and twisting my nipple
through my shirt
...he told me I’d be cute
if I wasn’t so fat
I was alone
waiting for the bell
feeling clumsy and exposed
surrendering to the internal chaos
of rapid-fire thoughts
finding my way to the inside
as I’ve always tended to do
the colors and shapes
homemade hallucinations ...
sitting at our kitchen table
telling you about the boy
who hurt me at school,
pinching and twisting my nipple
through my shirt
...he told me I’d be cute
if I wasn’t so fat
I was alone
waiting for the bell
feeling clumsy and exposed
surrendering to the internal chaos
of rapid-fire thoughts
finding my way to the inside
as I’ve always tended to do
the colors and shapes
homemade hallucinations ...
#abuse
#PTSD
#SelfWorth
310 reads
13 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2020 8:51pm
1st Mar 2020 8:51pm
The Piano Lesson
arriving early for pick-up
a rare moment
not normally allowed;
pudgy hands
with still-dimpled knuckles
struggling to find the cadence
his instructor insists upon
eager to please, fully engaged
he cautiously begins
smoothly please, little one
she admonishes gently,
we don’t chop the keys
into fragments;
we find the connection,
feel the flow of vibration
from this note to the next
beneath our palms;
he hesitates, brows furrowed
as...
a rare moment
not normally allowed;
pudgy hands
with still-dimpled knuckles
struggling to find the cadence
his instructor insists upon
eager to please, fully engaged
he cautiously begins
smoothly please, little one
she admonishes gently,
we don’t chop the keys
into fragments;
we find the connection,
feel the flow of vibration
from this note to the next
beneath our palms;
he hesitates, brows furrowed
as...
#motherhood
#music
#learning
319 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2020 00:28am
3rd Feb 2020 00:28am
A Confinement Become of Wounds
death to attraction,
the connection
bound by tragedy
to disconnect unexpectedly,
the story is becoming
it’s own joke
dissociation by default
disinterestedly rapt -
the lover of color
with wires crossed,
working her way
out of the confinement
become of her wounds
defeat sits pretty;
her tarnished crown
woven deftly,
encrusted with the raw jewels
made of countless sighs;
it’s always this
instead of that;
there instead of here -
and isn’t that how the story
is expected to...
the connection
bound by tragedy
to disconnect unexpectedly,
the story is becoming
it’s own joke
dissociation by default
disinterestedly rapt -
the lover of color
with wires crossed,
working her way
out of the confinement
become of her wounds
defeat sits pretty;
her tarnished crown
woven deftly,
encrusted with the raw jewels
made of countless sighs;
it’s always this
instead of that;
there instead of here -
and isn’t that how the story
is expected to...
#identity
324 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Jan 2020 9:12pm
26th Jan 2020 9:12pm
The Fence
I dreamed I sat atop a fence,
watching two yards keeping score;
one spent days carefree and happy,
the other, in conflict and war
it seems most make this their purpose
choose your yard, then build a life;
but my rage is too sharp for peace,
and my love too soft for strife
watching two yards keeping score;
one spent days carefree and happy,
the other, in conflict and war
it seems most make this their purpose
choose your yard, then build a life;
but my rage is too sharp for peace,
and my love too soft for strife
#dreams
#choices
364 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jan 2020 5:19pm
25th Jan 2020 5:19pm
Unexpectedly Unfamiliar
the moon is being stubborn,
refusing to give way
to the rising sun;
she fell asleep on the couch
and it’s a long, cold walk
back to her room;
the sleek new coffee maker
grumbles a sweet good morning
as I sleepily stumble by,
its cycle, comfortably mundane;
dark and warm,
like fresh flannel sheets
and heavy down comforters
pulled tightly up to chins
while the frost creeps
along doors and windows,
searching for bare skin
to land icy kisses upon
the heavy aroma teases...
refusing to give way
to the rising sun;
she fell asleep on the couch
and it’s a long, cold walk
back to her room;
the sleek new coffee maker
grumbles a sweet good morning
as I sleepily stumble by,
its cycle, comfortably mundane;
dark and warm,
like fresh flannel sheets
and heavy down comforters
pulled tightly up to chins
while the frost creeps
along doors and windows,
searching for bare skin
to land icy kisses upon
the heavy aroma teases...
#motherhood
311 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Jan 2020 9:05pm
19th Jan 2020 9:05pm
Cloud Bound
cornflower edges fill my vision,
hint of blue water in the interim;
I’m cloud bound to the hoping
in a cloudless sky
sunshine hiding it’s face from me
here, but not really here;
chased away by icy winds,
taking warmth with it
hint of blue water in the interim;
I’m cloud bound to the hoping
in a cloudless sky
sunshine hiding it’s face from me
here, but not really here;
chased away by icy winds,
taking warmth with it
#nature
311 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2020 00:11am
18th Jan 2020 00:11am
Eminentia
#relationships
#friendship
#SelfReflection
#PTSD
#healing
417 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Jan 2020 5:54pm
14th Jan 2020 5:54pm
Synthetic Symphonia
solid to liquid,
~dripping~
thick paint on this canvas;
sexy fat droplets,
hip rolls on rivulets
sliding against
the repeating fugue
in a sultry dance
of heavy baritone
diffused into low static,
across the wanton stage
of synthetic fantasy,
an invitation to act…
the luscious tempo
of ominous clouds
gathering low
in the sky,
of the moment
your head drops to mine
in submission
~give me what I want~
of kisses against the wall,
the undulating berceuse...
~dripping~
thick paint on this canvas;
sexy fat droplets,
hip rolls on rivulets
sliding against
the repeating fugue
in a sultry dance
of heavy baritone
diffused into low static,
across the wanton stage
of synthetic fantasy,
an invitation to act…
the luscious tempo
of ominous clouds
gathering low
in the sky,
of the moment
your head drops to mine
in submission
~give me what I want~
of kisses against the wall,
the undulating berceuse...
#erotic
#music
518 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jan 2020 8:08am
9th Jan 2020 8:08am
The Raven’s Shadow
#depression
#night
#apathy
503 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jan 2020 4:54am
8th Jan 2020 4:54am
Slim, Black Letters
tires wrapped in cages
ride tenuously along
this icy highway,
white wind howling
against the passenger window
where my head rests
softly in my warmest hat;
my breath escapes,
expanding outward
across the glass
in a heated fog;
I’m suddenly so tempted
to scrawl my name,
slim black letters
against the lacy surface,
raising my finger
with intention
yet, instead returning
the errant hand
to my lap
my mother’s voice -
awfully loud
for not being there
at...
ride tenuously along
this icy highway,
white wind howling
against the passenger window
where my head rests
softly in my warmest hat;
my breath escapes,
expanding outward
across the glass
in a heated fog;
I’m suddenly so tempted
to scrawl my name,
slim black letters
against the lacy surface,
raising my finger
with intention
yet, instead returning
the errant hand
to my lap
my mother’s voice -
awfully loud
for not being there
at...
#mother
#childhood
#SelfReflection
330 reads
15 Comments
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